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Trucker's Luck

By: justanotherjoe



Unlike a lot of stories in this site that I'm sure are total fiction, this one is mostly true. The names and parts of the story have been fictionalized.

I've been a trucker for 20 years now and recently had a sexual experience I'd like to share. Long distance trucking is a solitary life and there isn't much sex when the little lady is thousands of miles away back home. This wasn't the first time I'd cheated on my wife, but it was the first time I didn't pay money for it. I don't feel all that guilty about it because my wife, Cathy hasn't exactly been faithful to me. I know she's had several affairs and an untold number of one-night stand lovers, but that's another story I might write about on another day.

I had just left a greasy spoon restaurant at one of my regular stops along I-80 near Reno one night and saw an attractive young lady climbing out of a truck cab. Then the truck pulled away and the young lady began looking around, appearing rather lost. I watched for awhile as she rifled through her backpack.

She was young and pretty, maybe 21 at most, and looked a lot like my wife did 20 years ago. She was tall for a girl, thin, stringy brunette hair cropped short, and not much of a figure. There were only two slight bumps on her posterior and even smaller bumps on her upper chest, so I figured she didn't have much of an ass and even less in the tit department. That's okay. I like women that way. Cathy was an A-cup. But this girl was a lot prettier and had a sexy way about her I found alluring from across the parking lot. She seemed to be looking around, figuring out what to do. She looked at the restaurant like a hungry person with not enough money. 

So I walked over and told her she was real pretty but looked like she could use a good meal. She laughed, and told me she had always been thin, and yes, she was hungry but didn't have a lot of money left to buy dinner. I lied and said I was just going in for a bite instead of just finishing, and told her I'd buy her a burger if she'd join me.

After ordering our burgers and fries, she told me her name was Lisa and she was an ex-community college student who had just flunked out and was making her way east to get a fresh start. She had had a fight with the boyfriend she'd been living with. He had punched her when he lost his temper during an argument and she ran out and never dared to go back for her stuff. The only clothing and possessions she had was what she had left at the old apartment she had shared with a girl friend before she moved in with her asshole boyfriend.

For the next two hours, she poured her heart out to me, with her eyes tearing up a few times. I just listened and stared into her beautiful face, admiring her youthful beauty and lively eyes. She had a sweet vulnerable anture, but make no mistake, she was one tough little bitch too. She used curse words like one of us truckers, and obviously didn't take any crap from anyone. She was definitely a free and independent type that didn't like to be controlled by a man. I didn't expect anything from her except some company for a short while, and that's pretty much what I got while she swirled the last of her fries in ketchup and slowly nibbled away at the hamburger.

I asked her what her plans were and she said she was hitchhiking back across the country to her divorced mom's house in New York. I told her that was dangerous for a pretty young lady like her, but she laughed and said confidently she could take care of herself. She said she was choosy about who she rode with and had just gotten a ride from Sacramento from a nice trucker who was headed to Vegas. I offered to take her as far as New Jersey if she wanted. She looked at me with a combination of suspicion and serious consideration. 

"I'm just offering a ride, nothing more," I lied convincingly. I acted kind and fatherly, but all I wanted to do was jump her bones.

"Ok. You seem like a nice guy. Sure. Thanks."

"I'm going to drive a couple more hours tonight and then stay over at a truck stop ahead where there's a clean little motel I usually stay at. You're welcome to tag along if you want. Rooms are cheap, or if you can't afford it, you can sleep in my truck.  

She looked deeply in my eyes wondering if I was putting the moves on her. I had designs on her all right, but I had to act cool to keep from scaring her off.

"Look sweetie. I'm married and almost old enough to be your father. I'm just offering you a ride, that's all."

After a short pause she said "Ok. Thanks."

For the next 175 miles we talked nonstop. She asked me about my wife, and I asked her more about how she flunked out of school. She admitted her ex-boyfriend had gotten her into using drugs. She had spent all of her money and let her studies slip until she had so many F's she had to quit.

In Winnemucca, I pulled into the truck parking area, grabbed some clothes and my toiletry bag from the back and got ready to head over to the motel office to check-in. 

"Look girl, you can sleep in here but it gets cold at night. If you want to share the room, you're welcome to. No funny stuff. The rooms have two beds. You can trust me and be warm, or you can be cautious and stay out here and freeze that cute little ass off. It's your call." Before she could answer I started climbing out of the cab. She looked at me silently as I closed the door. I walked to the motel office and made sure I got a room with twin beds in case she changed her mind. Sure enough she did. When I came out of the motel office, she was standing there.

"It's just sleeping. No funny stuff, right?"

"Right."

"Ok"

I unlocked the door and let her walk in first. It wasn't the Hyatt but it wasn't bad for the money. She dropped her backpack on the far twin bed and headed into the bathroom. I sat on the bed waiting for my turn to clean up and change clothes. After I changed and brushed my teeth, I found the room was mostly dark and there was a lump under the covers of the far bed, facing away from me.

Next morning, we took turns showering, got some free coffee at the office, and then climbed into the truck and headed east. We talked for a couple hours and I got to know her pretty well. She asked me questions about myself, but I kept my answers short and always turned the conversation back around to her. She liked talking about herself, and I didn't mind some company for a change.

"You're a really good listener," she told me just before she drifted off to sleep.

Lisa woke when I pulled off an exit for lunch at a fast food place. She said she wasn't hungry and wouldn't let me buy her anything. But she did finish the last of my fries. Then she talked my ear off all afternoon as we drove through Utah and into Wyoming. I smiled, nodded, and pretended to listen closely. I looked over at her a lot, heard about half of what she said, but mostly drank in her thin female form when she wasn't looking at me, and into her lovely eyes when she was. As she droned on about wanting to go back to school and get her degree someday, I daydreamed about fucking the shit out of her. As my day dream progressed, my dick got hard and I squirmed in my seat to hide my erection.

Normally, I stop every other night at motels for a bed and a shower and sleep in the truck on the alternate nights. But with Lisa, I figured I'd splurge on cheap motels each night, in the far-fetched fantasy I might get lucky. Maybe it was not so far-fetched. She was definitely warming up to me, but probably more as a father-figure than a lover.

That night I registered at a Motel 6 and made the same offer as the previous night, and she quickly agreed. Nothing much happened that night either, except that she forgot her hairbrush when she went into the shower and asked me to hand it to her. The room was steamy and she was mostly covered by the thin towel, but a quick glance inside the partly-opened door at her near-naked body was enough to give me an instant erection. Having no bathrobe, she put her dirty clothes back on and climbed into her bed and took her clothes off under the covers and laid them on the floor next to the bed. I jerked off in the shower thinking about the naked girl in my motel room, fantasizing about walking out, yanking the bed sheets off, seeing her fully nude, and then fucking her hard and fast. When I got into my bed, I could hear the deep breathing from the other bed that told me she was sound asleep. I was tempted to sneak over, lift the covers slightly and get a peek at her nakedness but didn't dare wake her.

Our third day together went the same. Lisa jabbered on and on while I drove and pretended to listen and care about everything she said. I asked her lots of questions about herself and she kept talking until she finally seemed to run out of things to say and took a nap. That night, she let me buy her dinner at a Denny's but she insisted on leaving the tip. I didn't argue.

We drove on for another 20 minutes and got a room at another of my usual flea-bag motels along the route. This one isn't as nice or clean as the others, but it's still only $19.95 a night for "regulars" like me. The rooms are small and there's only one queen-sized bed. When she entered the room and saw there was only one bed, she looked at me as if I had done it on purpose. (I had).

"All the rooms are like this. Sorry. That's all they have."

"What are we going to do?" she mumbled without looking at me.

"Well you can sleep in the truck. . ."

"How about if you get me an extra blanket and I'll sleep on the floor? Lisa said flatly. She was probably hoping I'd be a gentleman and offer her the bed and sleep on the floor myself, but I nonchalantly told her there was an extra pillow and blanket in the closet.

She found the blanket and brought it into the shower with her and used it as a bathrobe when she came out. A white bath towel was wrapped around her wet hair.

"Your turn," she told me. "Hey, you happen to have a hair dryer in that bag of yours?"

"Actually yes," I said. "I still carry it. My hair was a lot longer a few years back. I still use it to dry my underwear when I wash things in the sink." I handed it to her and went in to shower. I forgot to bring in my clean underwear, and when I stepped back out to retrieve it off the bed, she was sitting at the desk with her back to me. The blanket/robe had slipped off her shoulders when she raised her arms to brush her hair. When she heard me getting my stuff, she modestly wrapped the blanket back up around her shoulders, but not before I got a quick look at her flat tits stretched tight by her uplifted arm in the mirror in front of her. They were very sexy and a welcome sight for lonely old guy like me.

"Sorry," I mumbled as I headed back into the bathroom.

When I came out of the shower dressed in nothing but my boxer shorts, she wasn't sleeping on the floor. She was lying under the covers on the far side of the big bed, looking over at me.

I was surprised and speechless.

"No funny stuff," was all she said.

"Yep."

I turned off the light and got into bed next to her and lay on my back. A small tent formed in the blanket area near my crotch as I could not help myself from thinking about the lovely naked girl just an inch from my elbow.

For the next 10 minutes I lay motionless on my back after she rolled away from me and fell asleep. I was still wide awake, fantasizing about having sex with her, and desperately wanting to fulfill my desire. Masturbating was out of the question, though. I would have been mortified if she had awakened and caught me. 

I drifted off to sleep myself. I don't know how much time went by because the clock was on her side of the bed, but I was gently awakened by the awareness that there was something warm touching my right side. As I fully wakened, I discovered Lisa sound asleep, snoring lightly, cuddled up next to me with her arm across my chest. Her nakedness felt warm and arousing against my skin. I even felt the roughness of her public hair against the outside of my hip. As she lay sleeping, my cock rose to full length. I let my erection slip through the slit in the front of my boxers as I tried to figure out how I could get my engorged member inside that warm wet place between her long lovely legs.

She seemed to be sound asleep, and didn't react when I brushed my hand against her upper arm. Then I slid my hand around the pillow until I could rest it on her shoulder and gently tug her closer. She made a quiet murmuring sound and sleepily snuggled up to me with her head on my shoulder and her whole arm across my chest. My wife sometimes held me like that after we had sex. It always felt nice, but the position always made it hard for me to sleep comfortably. But I sure wasn't about to push Lisa away and figured if she woke up, I'd pretend I was asleep.

Her breathing was deep and slow, and I felt some soft flesh pressed against my chest that I knew had to be one of her A-cup tits flattened against my ribcage. My hand wiped lightly back and forth between her shoulder blades, and she moaned softly in her sleep. Maybe she dreamed she was cuddling with her boyfriend, but I didn't care. It felt nice, and my cock was hard and throbbing. When she didn't waken, I gradually became bolder and began stroking her back very lightly as she snuggled against me. Several minutes later, she seemed to react, so I paused. She never seemed to waken fully, but rolled off me and onto her back.

When her deep breathing resumed, I decided to return the favor of an embrace. This time, I slid closer to her, rolled on my side and lay my arm across her chest and put my face against her bony shoulder My hard cock was pressing against her upper thigh, and I let it throb against her warm skin as my fingers gently swirled small light circles near her collarbone. Her deep breathing continued but I also heard some very soft moans between the slow rhythmic rises and falls of her chest. I brushed the blanket off her slightly so I could see her skin in the soft light that sneaked past the edge of the window shade. Her breasts had almost disappeared now that she was lying on her back but the areoles were large and dark brown and the nipples looked like they were dying to be sucked. I wanted to, but didn't dare. But seeing her naked chest further aroused me and I wondered if I might cum just from the friction of my cockhead against her thigh.

I wanted to touch the soft tit flesh a few inches below the bony collarbone area I was gently massaging. Getting hornier by the minute, I asked my self what I had to lose. The worst that could happen is she'd awake, slap me, and take off in the middle of the night. So I slowly widened my slow gentle circles until I felt the flesh soften and my fingertips brush against her nipple. She moaned sleepily but didn't move. Her soft and steady breathing emboldened me to touch the nipple further until I felt it hardening and rising. It was now like a little pencil eraser and there were soft moans between her light snoring. Soon my hand was covering her tit and my palm rubbed gently against the erect nipple.

At one point, she seemed to waken partially and shift position slightly, but the weight of my arm held her in place. I stopped moving but kept my hand on her tit until she began snoring softly again. The sleepy soft moans continued as I gently massaged her breast. Then I enlarged my circles and made slow sweeps of her skin until my hand was caressing her stomach and lingering in the low-lying abs between the bony crests of her hips. 

I was no longer sure she was still fully asleep anymore, but her eyes were closed, and her breathing was deep and slow. With nothing to lose, I forged ahead. I swept my hand lower until it grazed the pubic mound and contacted the hairs of her bush. She stirred slightly but seemed to continue sleeping. A few minutes later, my finger found the top of her slit and lightly brushed it. There was a soft moan and a shift of her hips but nothing more. I repeated it and she moaned and shifted again, still breathing deeply with her eyes closed.

I decided to push my luck further and pressed my long finger lightly between her cunt lips each time my slow circles swept her crotch. Her legs seemed to widen slightly each time I grazed her clit. The moans became a bit deeper so I kept going. 

Maybe she was awake by then, maybe not. Maybe she was half asleep and was dreaming of her boyfriend. But I continued to finger her and her moans deepened and her breathing started to speed up. I worked her gradually until I felt her lower body rising up a half inch or so, seemingly to increase the amount of pressure my fingertip was sweeping over the sensitive bump between her cunt lips. Her head rolled away from me, and she moaned deeply.

I figured she had to be at least partially awake by then, but since she hadn't sat up and slapped me, I pursued my ministrations. Within a few minutes, she was moaning perceptibly as I fingered her quickly and expertly. The moans got louder, the breathing quickened, and just as I was about to give up before I got caught molesting her, her back arched and she sucked in and held a deep breath. I diddled her clit gently and her whole body quivered. There was a long moan and a sigh before her body collapsed back and she exhaled slowly. The moisture between her pussy lips and the sweet smell of female juices convinced me she had orgasmed. I slowly massaged her cunt lips as her breathing returned to normal. 

Her eyes were still closed and there seemed to be a slight smile on her peaceful face. Not knowing what else to do, I began sweeping my fingertip between her lips and lightly brushing her clit again, making her quiver slightly with each contact. I began fingering her toward another orgasm, but this time I was sure she was at least half conscious. I touched her gently for several minutes. Her body was responding more this time, and though her eyes were closed, I could tell she was nearing another orgasm. When she let out a groan, I panicked and pulled my hand away, expecting her eyes to fly open any second. I waited for the slap, but she lay there, with eyes still shut, as her soft voice broke the silence. 

"Jesus, don't stop now," she whispered

That was all the encouragement I needed. My finger was back between her pussy lips and diddling her clit before I could think about it. Soon she was moaning and groaning again. A few minutes later, her body arched and stiffened, and she came again in another quiet but deep climax. I paused a moment for her pleasure to subside and then began brushing her clit again. I could tell she was enjoying it and I had her about halfway to her third orgasm, when I slid my finger down, and inserted it into her wet vagina momentarily. I swept up some juices and spread it over her engorged clitoris. I switched tactics and began finger-fucking her with my long finger and sweeping her clit with a fingertip as she moaned and breathed deeply. Her body arched to meet my finger, and within several more minutes, I felt her cunt muscles contract around my finger. She sucked in a deep breath, held it and convulsed like someone having a seizure. This time, she burst out with a loud but muffled scream, and then collapsed heavily into the mattress. She was breathing hard and I held her in a tight embrace. Her heart was pounding against my chest. I kissed her softly on the forehead and lightly caressed her back as she regained normal composure.

I went back to fingering her some more and she kept lying there with her eyes closed. After cumming five times, she seemed totally relaxed and ready to go back to sleep, but my cock was inflamed and pounding. I needed release. I figured if she wouldn't let me fuck her, I was going to have to go to the bathroom and jerk off before my balls burst like an overfilled balloon.

She didn't seem to be encouraging anything more, so I slid my hand up and began massaging her tit. She let me. I rolled the erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger, but it only seemed to relax her more, and her body returned to a coma-like repose. I didn't want her to fall back asleep. I wanted to fuck her brains out or have her suck mine out through my penis.


Trucker's Luck Ch. 02



After several requests, I have penned another story of the lucky trucker. You don't need to read the first one first, but if you like this one, you will probably like the original, too.

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I'm a cross country trucker and I want to share a very special experience with you. 

I've been driving for more than 22 years and recently "celebrated" my 53rd birthday. I admit I look kind of dumpy these days, and have gained some weight. When I was younger, I was considered pretty good looking. I played football and was a middleweight boxer in great shape. Back then, girls were never a problem. I was a genuine stud with more one-night stands than I could count until I got engaged and then married at age 28. I settled down with a great gal and was 100% faithful to her for more than 10 years. We had two great kids, who are now grown and moved out. After so many years of marriage and many long separations over the road, things got a bit stale My wife knew about but didn't object much to my out-of-town dalliances with strippers, lap dancers, and an occasional prostitute after I started driving long haul and was away from home so often. As long as I used a rubber, she didn't care much. Our sex life had become pretty infrequent anyway. But eventually, the boredom and long separations got to both of us and we separated last year. The divorce will be final in a few more weeks.

I work for a trucking company based in Carson City NV and drive my rig weekly between homebase and our east coast satellite warehouse in Trenton NJ. It takes almost all week to make the one-way trip. I drive Mon thru Fri and spend one weekend in NJ, drive back, and get a weekend back home in Nevada. Then I do it all over again. Technically I live in Carson City but my Kenworth condo, I-80, and the motels along it are my real home. It's an independent, solitary life and I still like it, but it does get real lonely much of the time. And now that I'm about to be single again, there's not even the two weekends of sex a month I used to be able to count on over the years. The strip clubs and lap dancers are still there if I am in the mood, but it gets old and REAL expensive, so my laptop, wireless internet, and some favorite porn sites have become my best companions.

A month ago, I finished up a cross country trip and dropped the trailer at the Trenton warehouse late on Friday afternoon. I was at my usual Motel 7 "home-away-from-home" by 5pm. I checked in as usual, but was surprised to find a new girl behind the desk. Not really new, actually. I recognized her as the same girl who had been the maid the last 15 or 20 times I had stayed there. Her name badge said "Brenda."

"Aren't you the gal who used to clean the rooms?" I asked as she ran my credit card. I almost always get room 106. I kind of have a standing reservation every other weekend. 

She smiled and confirmed. "I still do housekeeping, but I can't make enough money as a maid. And my husband says I need to make more money, so now I do double shifts. I work days in housekeeping and cover the swing shift here at the desk from 4 to 10."

"That must be tough," I started to say, but was interrupted by the loud ringing of the girl's cell phone. The lobby was deserted except for me, so she looked at the screen and said she had to take it.

I waited patiently and tried not to listen in, but whoever was calling was extremely angry and I could hear the yelling even from several feet away. Eventually, from her side of the conversation, which consisted mostly of a string of humble apologies, I figured out that it was her husband. He was really lighting into her, and she gradually got more and more upset. He was calling her dirty names and refused to accept her many apologies. Tears welled up in her eyes and she couldn't get a word in edge-wise. She made a "wait a second gesture" at me and turned away while she continued to get chewed out. Finally she was able to break in and say she had to serve a customer. That time I could hear the screaming and name-calling clearly -- how dare she interrupt him! There was a sheepish "I really have to go..." then a sudden click. He hung up on her, and soon she was apologizing to me instead of him.

"It's okay.," I said supportively.

"I'm really sorry about that, but let me finish checking you in." She reached for a tissue and dabbed her eyes and blew her nose.

I had to say something. "I couldn't help overhearing. Was that your husband?"

She nodded. "He gets so mad over the smallest things. He has a bad temper."

"What was he so upset about?"

"Nothing... it was really nothing. Nothing to ME, but to him..."

"What?"

"I left some dishes on the kitchen counter when I left this morning. It was just a couple dishes but he hates it when the kitchen isn't perfect..."

"All of that over a couple of dirty dishes?" I asked incredulously.

She made a wry face and shrugged. "That's how he is."

I showed interest, and it didn't take much prodding to get her to vent her emotions. The flood gates opened and she told me all about him and the cruel way he treated her. I tried to be a good listener, but found myself focusing on her tear-stained face and her lean little body. I figured she couldn't be much over 25 and, though not a knock-out, she was quite attractive in a girl-next-door kind of way.

"Hope you don't mind my saying so, ma'am, but he sounds like a real jerk."

"I am thinking of leaving him but I don't dare. He'd kill me. And that's not an exaggeration. He really WOULD kill me. He would never let me leave him. He'd rather see me dead than out of his control."

"Have you called the cops on him?"

"Yeah but that only makes him madder. Last time I did that, he acted polite and waited until he cops left and then he beat and raped me so bad I couldn't go to work for three days. He's got a nasty temper, and it's worse when he drinks."

"He hits you?"

"Sure. Lotsa times, but what can I do? His brother is a cop, and even if I went to a shelter, he'd find me. So I stay. He always apologizes afterward, when he sobers up or calms down, and I always forgive him.

For the next 20 minutes, Brenda told me story after story about how her husband controlled her every action. He's a security guard now, after being fired from the police department for "using excess force" (a code name for police brutality). He sounded like quite a character. I know the type -- a bully - and I hate guys like that, especially when they pick on such a sweet young thing like Brenda. A wedding ring doesn't give anyone the right to beat up on a little, defenseless young woman like her.

After a break to check-in another customer, I asked her more questions and she poured her heart out to me until finally, she realized she had talked nonstop for over an hour.

"I should really let you get to your room. Sorry for talking your ear off." Her eyes were still moist and it was obvious she was frightened and upset. I wished I could have gone around the counter and hugged her.

"Not a problem, ma'am. I'm gonna get a shower and some dinner across the street. Okay if I stop back later and... check on you - see how you're doing?

"You don't have to do that."

"I don't mind."

"Well," she said. "I like talking with you, but if my husband saw me talking to you when he comes to pick me up at 10, it wouldn't be good. I'll be okay, thanks anyway."

"I'll see you later," I promised and kept the promise. I walked back to the office right around 10 pm and was shocked to see a man slapping a woman around next to a black Dodge Ram pickup. He was really waling on her pretty good, and when I saw it was Brenda, I ran over, yelling at him to leave her alone.

When I got close, he turned his anger on me.

"Get the fuck outa here old man. She's MY wife and I can yell at her if I want to. Mind your own fuckin' business."

"You can yell at her, but you can't hit her like that. Cut it out or I'll call the cops," I said pulling my cell phone from my pocket.

"Go ahead. Call them. My BROTHER will be right over, just in time to watch me kick your ass. Now get the fuck out of here." Then he turned back to his wife and backhanded her across the cheek and began cursing and yelling at her again.

I took a step forward and he once again threatened me. "I SAID, get the FUCK OUTA HERE old man!" He lunged at me to shove me away.

I'm an ex-Marine and that was a big mistake on his part. I grabbed his wrist and had him flat on the ground in a microsecond. He rolled away from me, scrambled to his feet, cursing and threatening. I kept cool and told him to calm down, but the calmer I was, the wilder he got. He got up, grabbed his wife's wrist and literally threw her toward the open passenger--side door. He flung her so hard, she hit her head on the doorframe and she looked stunned.

Instinctively, I intervened and got between him and her. When he cursed and threw a punch at me, I went into full military defense mode. I am not as young and agile as I was when I was his age, but I was still good enough to take the little prick. One hard jab to the jaw, a quick uppercut, and a hard punch to the solar plexus and he collapsed like a dynamited building. I waited for him to get up. He didn't for the longest time, but eventually clambered to his feet, cursing and swearing, and continuing to threaten me.

"I think you should get in your truck and drive away now," I said calmly but firmly.

"Not without my wife," he protested, trying to reach past me at the trembling, terrified young woman. 

I grabbed his arm and twisted it until I had him in a tight hold. "I don't think so. You better leave now before I call the cops and have you arrested for assault. Unlike her, I WILL file charges."

He twisted out of my grip and started walking away to the driver's side of his truck, threatening me all the way. Other people had witnessed it and were standing back, watching.

The he scowled at his wife. "I'll get you later, bitch."

"No you won't," I said, not really knowing how I would back that up. But I had made my point and I let him save face by calling me dirty names. I didn't care what he said as long as he kept walking away. He roared the engine and flipped me the bird as he raced off with spinning wheels.

I turned to Brenda and she was horrified and shaking like a leaf.

"You really shouldn't have done that," she said to me. "Now he's really mad. He's going to beat the hell out of me now. I can't... I can't go home. I don't know what to do. If I go home, he'll beat me worse than ever."

From before, I already knew she didn't have any friends she could crash with. Her only girl friend was more afraid of Brenda's husband than Brenda was. Her only relatives were back in the Oakland area.

"C'mon. I'll buy you a coffee and we'll sort this out," I said, laying my arm around her shoulder and leading her toward the diner.

She sobbed and kept saying he would kill her. After we got a table and sipped some decaf, I began to panic a bit myself. She really WAS out of options and I felt like maybe I HAD made things worse. I didn't know what to tell her and it was approaching midnight.

"What am I going to do?" she asked sadly.

"I need some sleep, and you do too. You can stay in my room. There are two beds. We'll figure something out in the morning."

She gave me a distrustful and frightened look.

"No, no, whoa," I said quickly, holding up both hands. "No funny business. I'm not looking for anything. I just want you to be safe. The bed is yours if you want it. And that's all I'm offering."

"Thanks, but I can't do that," she said. "My husband will come back here looking for me. He knows I work tomorrow. If he ever found me in your room, ... hell, if he ever found out that I had stayed in your room overnight, even if nothing happened, I'd never be able to go back to him. He'd kill me. He'd really kill me."

"Well, obviously it is up to you. We've discussed all the other options I can think of. You don't want to call the cops, you won't let me take you to a shelter. I don't know what else to suggest."

She looked at me for a long time, weighing my words. The tears dried and her face relaxed.

"Just sleeping, right?"

"Absolutely. You can trust me. I think you already know that."

"I do. Okay. Until I can figure out what else to do...."

We walked together back to my room, both of with our eyes on a swivel to make sure her husband hadn't returned. The card key on the outer doors was a nice extra measure of security and I was pretty sure no one had seen us go inside.

Once in my room, I offered her use of the bathroom first.

"I don't have anything," she said. "Everything's at home. My clothes, makeup, toothbrush, contact lens case, everything."

"Hmmmm, let's see what I have." I gave her one of my clean long-sleeved shirts to use as a night gown. Then she washed her panties out in the bathroom sink and hung them over the shower curtain rail. I tried to be fatherly, but just knowing she was naked under that long shirt was very erotic. My shirt tail fell almost to her knees but it was still very sexy and I tried not to let her see how aroused I was by it.

When I finished my turn in the bathroom, she was already in bed and under the covers, curled up in the fetal position. Her eyes were moist.

"Are you going to be able to sleep," I asked her.

"I don't know. I am so scared." Then she proceeded to pour her heart out to me again, venting her fears about what would happen to her if she went home. I sat on the edge of her bed and listened like a professional counselor, saying mostly "uh-huh."

Finally, I suggested we both try to get some sleep, and I was soon out cold in the other bed.

When I awoke the next morning, she was awake and laying eyes open with her arms folded behind her head.

"Did you get any sleep?" I asked in my morning-cracked voice.

"Not much. I turned my cell phone off so he couldn't call me. But now there are 12 messages on my voice mail. I'm afraid to listen to them."

I got up and she didn't even seem to notice that I was wearing nothing but my boxers. We exchanged some awkward small talk as I got dressed. Then I suggested we get some continental breakfast. 

"I can't. I work here. The breakfast is only for guests."

"Ok, stay here. I'll get some and bring some back for you."

"Ok," she said sheepishly. 

Standing next to the bed, and looking down at her, I could see down the front of my loosely buttoned shirt and got a quick glimpse of her fleshy mounds. I didn't see everything. The nipples remained hidden, but I saw enough of her tits to cause my penis to stir slightly. I rushed off before she caught me gawking.

Over coffee and Danish we discussed options again. She was now dressed in her Motel 7 uniform and the dried panties were gone from the shower stall. Nothing I could say persuaded her. No cops. No shelter. There was nowhere to go. So she left to start her housekeeping duties at 9.

I spent my Saturday at the motel pool, reading and relaxing. It was much too cold to swim, but it was a good vantage point to look out for any black Dodge Ram trucks. I resumed my lookout duties from a windowed booth at the diner. Fortunately, the bastard never showed up.

I relaxed in my room, thinking about Brenda and how cute and sexy she was. Not her face. That was rather plain. But her slim body was very sexy. I took out my laptop and thanks to the free wi-fi, I was soon surfing my favorite porn sites, getting more and more horny. Whenever I saw a girl with a slim physique like Brenda's, I imagined what Brenda looked like naked and tried to imagine if her tits and pussy resembled the beautiful girls on the screen. My cock stirred and I was just about to whip it out when I heard the knock. I scrambled to close my laptop and zip back up before opening the door.

"Hi Brenda, everything ok?"

"Yeah. I just finished my rooms and I will be moving to the desk in a few minutes. I just wanted to thank you. I know you won't be checking out on Monday, but do you think I could stay here again tonight after I get off?"

"Yeah sure. Are you going to be safe in the office by yourself?"

"Yeah. He knows we have security cameras. Plus, the manager is close by and there are lots of people around. He knows better than to bother me in the office. But, when I leave...."

"Don't worry, I'll come and get you at 10. I'll have some food waiting for you here, and I'll make sure he's not lurking around, okay?"

"Okay. Be careful though, okay?"

"I will. You too."

I posted myself most of the night at the diner where I could eat, nurse my decal, and keep an eye out for black pickups. I saw one drive by, and it might've been him. It was dark, so I wasn't sure -- maybe it was a Chevy. At 9:30 I walked over and waited with her while she finished up. Then I walked around the complex a few times before escorting her to the room. Brenda walked with me nervously, her head spinning in all directions. We used the interior halls where the card keys offered greater security. 

Once inside my room, she breathed a deep sigh of relief and gave me a bear hug. It felt nice and I was reluctant to release her.

"Thank you so much. I don't know what I would have done without you. I appreciate everything. It's really nice of you."

That led to another long venting session with her doing almost all of the talking and occasional sobbing. After she changed into my long shirt again, I was thrilled to steal glances at her long lovely legs and delicate feet. Her breasts were too small to push out the thin fabric of the shirt, but every once in awhile, when she stretched and reached for her can of soda on the nightstand, she twisted just enough to give me a few accidental peeks at her tits. One time, when she leaned forward in my direction, the shirt bloused outward and I got a good long look at her sweet tits, hanging below her and begging to be massaged and sucked. I was sure she had no idea what I was thinking and imagining.

Sitting at the foot of the bed and with her sitting by the headboard talking, I asked her about happier times, before she had met her abusive spouse. In an animated fashion, she talked my ear off again, seeming much happier and relaxed. In fact, as her comfort with me grew, she crossed her legs and sat Indian-style on the bed. She kept the shirttail pushed down between her legs, but every once in awhile, she gestured wildly and I could see pretty far up the inside of her thighs, all the way up to a dark triangle. I had to adjust my body to hide my growing erection.

Damn. I had seen her tits a couple of times. Now I could almost see her pussy. Still, I didn't dare make a move on her. I was certain the peeks at her body were inadvertent and besides, she was only a couple years older than my own daughter. There was no way....

But it turns out I was wrong. As her story moved past her high school years and to how she met her husband, she became sad again. Her eyes got wet and tears streamed down her face as she told me about how good things were at the beginning. Then, came the stories of domestic violence. The bruises. The broken arm. The nonconsensual brutal sex he insisted on when he came home drunk. She said she longed for the early days when he treated her nicely and made love to her like a loving spouse.

When she broke into a full cry, I moved forward and embraced her in a fatherly hug. But it didn't stay fatherly. I felt her soft breasts press against my chest and I got aroused. I pulled back and wiped the streams of tears from her cheeks with my thumbs. Then, on impulse, I leaned down and gave her a light peck on the lips. I looked in her eyes and she looked back lovingly and gratefully. I kissed her lips again, a bit longer. Then again.

She wasn't resisting. After an awkward pause, I kissed her full on the lips, and to my surprise, she kissed me back. In fact, she was the first to push her tongue in to meet mine. For fifteen minutes, we deep kissed as my erection grew.




Trucker's Luck Ch. 02



Then she stopped, pulled back slightly and smiled.

"We probably shouldn't be doing this," she said softly and sheepishly.

"You are so pretty...."

My compliment had the opposite effect and her facial expression changed.

"Don't say that. I am not pretty. You don't have to say that."

"But you ARE pretty, you really are."

"No, I'm not. We both know it. I've known it all my life. You haven't lied to me yet, so please don't start lying to me now."

I could tell she was serious, so I relented. "Okay, you're not a magazine cover girl, so what? I think you're very ... very attractive, very sexy. I mean that. I am not lying. You really are."

She smiled. "Thanks. I know I'm no beauty, and you're a very sweet man, and I appreciate all you've done for me."

I didn't know what to say, so I leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. She kissed me back, and moments later, we were tongue-kissing again. 

My hand played with her hair as I kissed her. I nuzzled her neck and she seemed to enjoy my attentions. We kissed some more and my hand slid down and grasped her breast. It was about the size of an apple. A bit more than a handful. Soft and firm, with hard erect nipples. I groped them as I kissed her mouth and neck. She threw her head back and let me kiss and feel her up.

Minutes later we were both laying next to each other on the bed, kissing. My hand slipped inside my shirt and played with her nipples. When I began unbuttoning the buttons that held the front closed, she stopped and asked. "What are you doing?"

I froze for a moment in a panic that this might be the end of the encounter.

"Shhhh," I whispered softly and continued to unbutton the shirt. She didn't make a move to stop me, so I opened the flaps and began massaging her tits. We kissed again for awhile. I moved to her neck, then slid slowly and gradually lower until my lips encircled her right nipple. I licked and sucked and bit lightly. She moaned softly. She was liking it as much as I was.

I sucked on one breast and played with the other. Then I slid lower, kissing and touching my way down her abdomen. She sucked in a deep breath and her body shuddered as I crossed over her pubic mound. I moved myself on the bed until I was between her legs and looked up at her face before diving in. Her eyes were closed and she lay back on the bed. My tongue slid all along the insides of her inner thighs as my long finger brushed her outer lips. 

After teasing her and smelling her wet musky scent of readiness, I slid my long finger up inside her pussy and dragged my tongue to the sides of her pussy lips. My mouth found and sucked her erect clitoris and I began slowly plunging my finger in and out of her fully wet channel. The tip of my tongue grazed the exposed miniature head of her clit and made her whole body shudder and a low moan escape her lips. For several more minutes, I licked and sucked her clit with my lips and tongue as I finger-fucked her until I felt her cunt muscles contracting around my finger. Until then, she had been almost silent except for some deep breathing and low moans, but then she suddenly cried out. Her body arched. Juices gushed from around my finger. I licked and flicked my tongue across the clit. She writhed, groaned loudly, and her back rose farther off the mattress. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I kept licking her clit as she came, driving her mad with pleasure. She had a long and very wet orgasm, and breathed deeply for several minutes after collapsing back onto the bed. "oh god." "oh god," she muttered softly.

I moved up and held her and she embraced me tightly, still recovering. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"Like that?" I asked softly.

She chuckled and nodded slightly. "No one's ever done that to me before."

"Really? Wow. What a shame. Let's do it again," I said as I began to slide back down to my former position.

"No," she said as she grabbed me and held me. "Maybe later. I don't think I could take another one like that. Right now, I want you to kiss me." 

I tongue-kissed her deeply and played with her breasts for a few moments until our tongues were tired. She seemed to enjoy the taste of her own juices on my lips.

"Your face smells like pussy," she said with a smile.

"Yeah, how 'bout that." And I kissed her again. 

This time she broke the kiss. She kissed my chin, then my neck, and soon began sliding her kisses lower. I shuddered, knowing where she was headed and what was probably going to happen next.

She looked up at me with a gentle smile, then began slowly crawling down my body. My erection was already throbbing before she even touched it. She took it in her fist and pumped the shaft lightly, tugging the skin taut. Her palm slid over the tip a few times sending waves of pleasure through me. She was teasing me the way I had just teased her. Just when I was about to despair, I felt her lips envelop the whole head of my cock and her other hand grab and play with my balls.

I almost came right then but I struggled to hold off. She must have sensed how close I was and slowed down, flicking her tongue a few times and pausing to make it last longer. Even with her efforts to slow me down, I was so aroused, I lasted barely 5 minutes. When she heard my increasingly strong moans and grunts, she sucked harder and pumped my shaft with one hand and played with my nuts in the other. That did it. I tried to warn her but she tightened her lips around the groove under my cock head and waited until I exploded.

I felt my juices boiling up from my well-massaged balls, rise through my hand-pumped shaft, and burst through the tip. My cock gushed shot after shot into her lovely mouth as incredible waves ran through my entire body. The pleasure was so intense it almost hurt. She swallowed and pumped the shaft faster, milking out every last drop and every last shudder of pleasure. It was amazing. I collapsed. But she kept licking and sucking, stretching out my orgasm even longer until it finally melted away.

It was so good, beads of sweat had formed on my forehead. As my penis softened, she played with it lovingly, stroking it gently and rubbing the saliva and remnants of cum all over it. Then to my surprise, she went back and sucked the soft penis back into her mouth and rolled the tip around between her tongue and the sides of her mouth. It felt so good, I couldn't stop moaning. Finally, and it had to be at least 5 minutes later, she slid back up and kissed me lightly on the lips.

I held her and she rested her head on my chest, cooing softly.

"That was really great. Amazing." I whispered.

"Glad you liked it. I haven't actually MADE LOVE in a very long time. It was nice to ... you know, be with someone who... ."

"What a shame. You are a wonderful lover."

"So are you. I never made love to anyone as old ... I mean, someone who is not my age...."

"It's ok. I'm old. But you make me feel young."

"My husband doesn't make love. What he does is more like rape. I mean, basically, he uses me. He makes me do that to him but he doesn't... you know. It's kind of a one-way thing. He tells me what he wants me to do to him and I do it. And when he's in the mood, or when he's drunk he forces himself on me..."

Her mood shifted back to sullenness. I held her against my chest and stroked her back lightly as she described her sex life with her husband. Finally, I felt like she was spoiling the great mood I was in.

"Let's not talk about him." I said before lifting her face to mine and kissing her. I decided I would repeat what I had done before. Hey, she liked it the first time, so why stray from what works?

I kissed and groped her breasts again, and little by little, I slid down between her thighs like I did before. I fingered her again as I gave her cunnilingus and magnified and stretched out her pleasure as long as I possibly could. Just like before, her body arched and she came loudly. She pulled my head up to her face and kissed me.

"I like re-runs," she whispered. "Kind of like certain foods -- sometimes they're even better the second time around."

"I aim to please," I said softly.

"You do. You definitely do.... And I aim to please too. Hope you like re-plays, too." She began sliding down my body toward my crotch.

"Oh yeah, I sure do."

My cock was semi-hard when her lips touched it, but within two minutes it was rock hard and swollen. She used her expert technique on me again, and for a moment, I found my mind wandering to the fact that her evil selfish and abusive husband had been the one who had "trained" her to be such a great cocksucker. I found myself mentally thanking him, and enjoying the fruits of his labor. I felt another orgasm approaching and threw my head back, closed my eyes, and gritted my teeth.

"I want you to watch," she said. 

I opened my eyes and looked down along my belly and saw the tip of my cock laying just inside her open mouth. Using long hard pulls on the skin of my shaft, she brought me right up to the edge. Seconds later, I felt my peak closing in. I wanted to slow down and last longer, but it was like a freight train. I felt the surge and throbbing from deep down inside me and I knew there was no stopping it. My orgasm boiled up from my balls and sent powerful sensations rippling through my body. Damn it felt so goddam good! I sucked in a deep breath and felt my body quiver. 

As I went over the top I watched gobs of white milky fluid spurt from the end of my cock onto her tongue. My cockhead was instantly enveloped on all sides by a creamy, gooey wreath that she pushed back out of her mouth with her tongue. It creamed over her lips as my cock throbbed and pulsed its last few gobs. The cum slowly oozed from around my cockhead, coated her upper and lower lips and chin with a frosty-like film. The last of it spilled from both corners of her mouth and ran down her cheek. It was messy but extremely erotic. When my cock finally stopped pulsing, she lifted her mouth off it, then looked up at me to show me her white gooey mustache and cum beard. Then she scooped it off her face and wiped it onto the bed sheets. Then she smiled at me.

I took her in my arms and held her until she fell asleep. The next morning she had moved to my side, but her arm was still laying across my chest and her head was next to my upper arm. I woke gradually in the dim light that was leaking past the window drapes. She looked gorgeous. Sometimes, back in my younger days, my lovers didn't look as good in the morning as when I had fucked them the night before, especially after a night of heavy drinking. But Brenda looked amazing. Her skin was smooth and soft. Her breathing was slow and gentle. Only her lower legs were covered by the sheet and her cute little ass was as smooth as an infant's bottom. I hadn't seen or touched an ass that young and smooth in 30 years.

Lightly I swept her skin, trying not to waken her. She reacted slightly but remained asleep, even when I rolled her onto her back. Now she lay next to me fully exposed. Her skin was smooth and soft here too, glowing in the soft morning light. But there were splotches of dried cum on her upper chest and breasts. With a feather light touch, I swept my fingertips over the dried deposits and then swirled my fingertip around the dark brown circles that surrounded the slightly raised nipples. I played with them as softly as I could, but gradually I felt her twitch under my touch and soon soft moans escaped her lips. Her eyes remained closed, so I decided to wake her with sexual touch. My finger left her breast and landed directly on the top of the groove between her pussy lips. I pushed in and found her soft clit and rubbed it as gently as I could. Her body twitched and the next time I looked, her eyes were wide open.

I stroked the nub a bit more assertively, and she bit her lip and closed her eyes briefly.

I began lightly brushing her clit. She was enjoying my ministrations.

"Last night wasn't enough for you?" she said in a soft hoarse voice.

I shook my head no, and flicked her clit. She shuddered. For the next fifteen minutes I fingered her, occasionally dipping my fingertip into her moist pussy for lubrication, and then swabbing it over the tip of her now erect clit. Her eyes were closed and head was thrown back. Her moans were soft and steady after each stroke. I diddled her a bit faster as she breathed deeper and gradually brought her to a climax that was almost as loud and intense as the ones I had given her the night before. She came with a shake and a shudder and then a full collapse into the mattress.

I held her while the pleasure rolled through her and drained away slowly. I kissed her forehead, and told her she was lovely.

When she recovered, she wrapped one hand behind my neck and pulled my face to hers and kissed me passionately. A few minutes later, I felt her other arm sliding down between our bodies until her hand grasped my hard penis. 

"We can't let this go to waste," she said softly between kisses. "I'll be right back. I gotta pee first."

Stark naked, she jumped off the bed and disappeared in the bathroom. I loved the sight of her pussy and breasts and then her ass as she bounced away from me. She came out of the bathroom several minutes later. She had washed her face and upper body and smelled of soap.

She walked toward me slowly, allowing me to drink in the full frontal sight of her lovely little body. Other than a few dark brown birthmarks, her skin was clear and golden. Her breasts were small but nicely shaped and sat high and firm on her chest. They jostled only slightly when she walked. There was a dark triangle of close-cropped hair above the wide pussy lips. I like that. Totally-shaved pussies seem so damn unnatural. 

She saw me ogling her and smiled.

"You sure are a horny old man," she said as she reached the end of the bed. She stopped, placed her hands on her hips and exposed herself to my hungry eyes. I drank in every detail in the now much-brightened room. 

"Yes, I am horny. You make me that way."

She smiled and reached out a hand and crooked a finger at me. "C'mere."

"You want me to come there?"

"Yes. Sit here on the end of the bed."

I slid down the bed and dropped my legs off the end of the mattress. My erection was half-erect and pointing up at the body it wanted to penetrate. I leaned back onto my arms and she dropped to her knees.

Brenda took my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. She rubbed, pulled, massaged and tugged until I rose to my full length. Then, without a word, she leaned her head down and my cockhead disappeared behind the hair that fell between her face and my belly. I couldn't see her lips wrapped around my cock but I sure felt them. Damn that girl could suck cock. Her head began bobbing up and down and her dangling hair fell into my own pubes. 

It felt unbelievable but I wanted to SEE it, too. There's nothing like the sight of my cock slipping into the tight round opening between a woman's lips. I sat up straighter and placed both hands on the sides of her head as it bounced up and down. She was using both hands on my cock and balls, and I used both of mine to guide her face up and down and to sweep and hold her hair out of the way so I could watch her tightly-rounded mouth plunging up and down on my upright shaft. 

A couple of times, she paused her sucking, ran her tongue around the top and under the rim, then poked the tip of her tongue into the tiny hole at the tip. It looked almost as good as it felt. I couldn't help myself from groaning out loud with each surge of pleasure, and soon we both realized I was getting close to the end. She impaled my cock into the front of her mouth and pumped the shaft hard and fast. 

"Oh fuck, yeah. Uhhhhhhh, Oh yeah," I said again and again.

Suddenly my cock exploded. She kept pumping my shaft and began swallowing madly. It was another amazing blowjob. Absolutely incredible. I was so loud, I probably woke whoever was in the next room. Then I fell backward onto the mattress as she licked my cock clean.

It was Sunday and she didn't have to work. We spent her entire day off in bed, kissing and performing oral sex on one another, taking only short breaks for bathroom runs and a quick breakfast from the items I brought back from the free breakfast bar. We were both insatiable until around 4pm, I was totally drained of any more bodily fluids and unable to get fully erect no matter how well and how long she sucked and stroked my semi-soft member. 

We showered, dressed, and vigilantly walked over to the diner for dinner. I kept my eye out for black pickups and made sure I was facing the door. Waiting for our food, she listened to her angry voice mail messages, erasing most of them almost as soon as she heard his voice. In the last one, he told her to go to hell. He was leaving her and would be moving in with his new girlfriend. She looked at me and we both shrugged.

"What do I do now?" she finally asked, breaking the awkward avoidance of reality that we had been disguising with small talk. "You're leaving tomorrow. What do I do then?"

"Come with me."

"Come with you? Where?"

"Ride along in the cab. I pick up a new load tomorrow morning and leave for Nevada. You can stay with me along the way. I can take you to Reno, and then if you want, we can say goodbye and you can catch a bus to the Bay Area. You said you had relatives there."

She looked at me silently.

"Or,"

"Or what?" she asked.

"I know I'm old enough to be your father, but you can stay with me as long as you want. I'm not pressuring you or anything. Obviously, it's your choice. But there's always room in the cab, and even in the condo in back, it's a little tight on space, but there's enough room back there for both of us to sleep."

She smiled. "You think we'd actually do any sleeping back there?"

I laughed. "Maybe. A little. .... So whataya say?

"I don't know," she said, looking down at the table. "What about my stuff? Everything I own is in that house and I don't want to go back there."

"I can protect you if you want to pick up a few things."

She mulled it over. "No, now that I think about it, there's not much I really want or need. Some clean clothes would be nice, but other than that..."

"I can buy you some clothes tomorrow. Look, you don't have to decide now. It'll take us several days to get to Nevada. You can decide between here and Reno. OK?

"Ok. But I do have to go back and tell my boss I'm quitting. Can you walk over with me?"

"Sure."

"And, can we stay at some other motel tonight? This place gives me the creeps now. I am still afraid my husband will come around the corner any minute. Even if he HAS moved on to some other girl, he may still want to give me one last beating."

That night we moved to the Comfortable Inn 20 miles away, and we had some more amazing sex. The next morning she rode in the cab with me to pick up my load and we headed back West on good old I-80. 

We slept in the condo one night, motels all the others. We had great sex every night, and we even had sex in the cab a few times when I pulled over at truck stops. We had it in the back a couple times, and a couple times she gave me blowjobs while I sat at the wheel (parked of course).

But by the time, we reached Wyoming, I could sense she was growing apart from me. Finally, in Casper, she announced her decision. She said she wanted me to drop her off in Reno, if I'd let her borrow some money for bus fare. She promised she'd pay me back.

I didn't want to let her go, but she's half my age. What did I expect? At first I refused to give her a loan, and insisted on paying for her bus ticket. But by the time we got to Reno, I figured a loan might be a good excuse for keeping in touch with her. Maybe we'd even have sex once in awhile. Possibly. I hoped.




Trucker's Luck Ch. 02



Our last night together was almost as incredible as the first. I gave her so much oral sex she said she felt she couldn't move afterward and needed a half hour to recover. Then she returned the favor a few times.

I never actually fucked her. All of the sex we had was oral. Nothing vaginal. I wanted to, but it never happened. I don't care. The oral was great. Best I had in years. Hell, maybe the best I ever had.

She gave me her cell phone number and I will be calling her next week. She plans to pay me back the loan. I plan to enjoy some more "re-runs."



Trucker's Luck



When her head rolled limply away from me, I reached down and began gently finger-fucking her again. But she took my hand and pulled it away from her, and gently lay it aside. She was signaling she was done, the same way my wife Cathy does when she's ready to go to sleep for the night.

But I was too horny to roll over and sleep and wasn't about to let the night end there. I took her hand and pressed her palm against my rock hard cock and squeezed my cock with her hand. She let me squeeze it a few times, then pulled her hand away and partially rolled away from me.

"I need to sleep now," she whispered. "Thank you. That was nice."

I kissed her on the shoulder, spooned behind her, and reached around and grabbed a handful of tit flesh. She lay motionless for awhile. Then I rolled her onto her back again and began kissing my way across her shoulder toward her tits. It was obvious she wasn't into it, but she didn't say anything or try to stop me even when my lips reached her nipple and I sucked it lightly into my mouth. She let me play with her other tit in my fingers while I sucked the other one between my lips. Meanwhile, my cock was throbbing so badly, I felt I was little more than a stroke away from cumming.

She let out a sigh that was not a sigh of passion but of tolerance. Again, I know that sigh from having had sex with my often reluctant wife for the past 20 years. But I continued to suck Lisa's tits, not because she wanted me to, but because I wanted to. She let me mouth them and play with them, but there was little response and no heavy breathing from her. But as my tongue flicked her nipple, I was encouraged that it was still hard and erect. The air was filled with her vaginal scent. But her head was turned away and she lay there limply.

It was clear that I wanted sex with her but she wasn't interested in anything more. But I wanted more. I wanted it desperately.

I decided to make my move. Whenever I had fucked my wife when she acted like that, she always just spread her legs, let me enter her, let me pump her for a few minutes, then cum. Then we'd both roll over and go to sleep. I figured that even if Lisa wasn't horny for me, I sure was horny for her.

I inserted my finger deeply in her cunt as I lightly bit her nipple. Her channel was still moist, but she moved her body slightly away from my invading finger rather than arch up to it. I pushed in and out of her a few times until I felt her hand lift my hand away from her crotch.

"No. Sorry. I can't do that." She whispered softly but kindly.

"Uh uh, baby. You got me ready to burst here. I gotta finish this."

I rolled over on top of her, and she began trying to push me off.

"No, don't" she said over and over. I ignored her. I reached down and led the tip of my cock toward her moist slit.

"No, stop. Stop. You promised you wouldn't do this."

"Don't act like you don't want this baby 'cuz I know you do. I felt you orgasm five different times. Now it's my turn."

I adjusted my hips until my cockhead pressed against her pussy lips. My hand guided my rock hard missile into the tight crevice. She tried to squirm away but my weight held her in place. I dug my knees into the mattress between her legs and began pushing slowly and steadily until the tip of my cock slipped past the opening. Damn, she was the tightest little cunt I had ever fucked. I paused because she was pushing hard against me trying to get me off her. Then, with one hard thrust, I shoved my cock forward, burying myself the rest of the way inside her. 

When she felt me enter her, she went limp. The deed was done. She had struggled and lost. I had raped her. I slowly pulled my throbbing cock backward and then began thrusting in and out slowly. I was ready to cum already but tried to slow it down. It felt so good, I didn't want it to end. But my body betrayed me and just a few long slow strokes later I felt the juices inside my ball sack rising.

I shoved my cock deep into her, piercing her vagina as far as I could, then held myself there as she lay limp with her head turned away to one side. My cock convulsed as huge waves of pleasure swept over me. My cockhead began spurting gobs of jism against her cervix as a loud guttural sound burst from my between my gritted teeth. It was one of the best, longest, and strongest orgasms of my life, and it took me a long time to recover. My cock softened and reluctantly emerged from her soaked cunt with a pop. 

I rolled on my back and we lay in silence for about twenty minutes or so. Finally she spoke.

"You promised no funny stuff. You raped me."

I exhaled deeply.

"Well, once I saw you naked and felt your amazing body, I couldn't help myself. I had to do it. I know it doesn't mean much to you, but it was the best sex I have had in 20 years. Maybe in my whole life. I have never cum like that. It was incredible."

"I didn't give you permission to do that."

"I know. I'm sorry." I responded automatically. 

But then I thought about it some more "No, wait. Hell no. I am not sorry. It was fucking great. Really great."

"For YOU, yeah" she muttered.

"I know, but you sure seemed to enjoy what I was doing to you, too. I seem to recall you didn't try to stop me then. . ."

"That was different."

"How was that different?"

"It just was. I let you do that. I didn't give you permission to fuck me."

There was silence for about five more minutes while I considered apologizing, but the more I thought about the great sex I had just experienced and how great my cock felt when it was deep inside her, I became aroused.

"Look Lisa, I'm not going to apologize. You made me so fucking horny I couldn't help myself. I was so aroused if I didn't cum I would have burst."

"Yeah, I understand that. I probably should have stopped you before it got that far."

"But you didn't. You wanted it. You let me get you off. Five times. It was so amazing I had to get off myself. I'm only human, you know."

"Yeah, but you didn't use a rubber. I can't get pregnant, and I sure as hell don't want to get any diseases. Shit, if you needed to cum so bad you should've asked for a blowjob. I would have given you that. But jesus, you probably gave me the goddam clap. Or worse."

"I don't have any diseases and I had a vasectomy six years ago, so you don't have to worry about that."

"Well, you shouldn't have done what you did."

I thought for a minute.

"You really would have sucked me off?"

She was silent, so I repeated myself.

She screwed up her face a bit and muttered, "yeah, probably."

"Well, you can do that any time you want," I said 

"Hell no. Not now, not after you goddam raped me."

"Yeah ok. Look I'm sorry, ok?"

There was silence, then we both fell off to sleep. The next morning we hardly spoke and she made no eye contact with me.

I bought us coffee and some danish and we stood and ate breakfast in silence. 

"So, you still want to ride with me the rest of the way to New Jersey?"

She looked around at the nearly-deserted truck stop area, probably realizing she had very few other options.

"Sure," she said with resignation as she went around and climbed up into the cab.

There was a long awkward silence and neither of us knew what to say, so we just got in the truck and headed east. It took awhile but eventually I was able to get her talking to me again. We talked about the dog she had when she was growing up. By afternoon, she was talking to me as if nothing had happened, but she still didn't make any eye contact with me. Other than that, you'd never know anything was wrong. That night after a lot of cross-my-heart promises, we shared a room with twin beds. Her body language made it crystal clear she wasn't interested in any kind of sex or physical contact, so I went straight to sleep.

It was a six-day trip. I drive about 500 miles a day. On the fifth day, she warmed up a lot. After stopping for food at an exit in Pennsylvania, just outside Philly, I parked at the usual motel and got a room.

"This is our last night, Lisa. I have to finish the drive and unload the trailer tomorrow morning. Then I load up and head straight back to Oakland. So, let me buy you a nice dinner. It's the least I can do. I have really enjoyed your company. I really mean that. There's a steakhouse across the road. Whataya say?"

"Sure, ok." She didn't seem enthusiastic, but was obviously hungry. "It's the least you can do."

Over dinner I asked her how she planned to finish her trip to her mom's home in Yonkers. She shrugged her shoulders and said she'd probably have to hitchhike.

There was silence. When we finished dinner, I paid the bill and then took another $100 out of my wallet and gave it to her. 

"Don't hitchhike. Take a bus. I'll drop you off at Greyhound before I dump my shit tomorrow."

She didn't take the money, so I persisted.

"Look Lisa. It's dangerous out there. You might get picked up by someone like me. Maybe someone a lot worse. Take the bus. Please."

"Yeah, that's pretty damn funny coming from a man who raped me."

"Take the money. Go Greyhound." I stuffed the bill in her jacket pocket. She made no effort to remove it. 

She said nothing more as we walked back to the motel and she waited outside while I checked in. The room was spacious with a nice clean bathroom and two king sized beds. She seemed to relax and act a lot more like before. She even laughed a few times at something on the TV. 

After getting into our respective beds, I clicked off the TV and spoke to her softly.

"Lisa, I'm sorry about the other night for not respecting what you wanted. I should have respected you more. You are an amazing person. I really did enjoy our time together. I honestly enjoyed talking with you and getting to know you these last couple days. I loved feeling you cuddle up to me. I loved touching and caressing you and feeling you in my arms. I know I should have stopped at that point. I can't tell you how sorry I am."

"No, you're not sorry. You already said you enjoyed it. But I appreciate the apology all the same. You are not a bad person. I liked meeting you too. If you were my age and not married, I might even have gone out with you."

"Well, I'm sorry I ruined things." I said it sincerely because I meant it.

There was silence for a few minutes. Then I heard her get up out of the bed and slide under the covers in the bed I was sleeping in.

"Can we just cuddle for awhile? Can you just do that and nothing more?"

I quickly agreed and took her in my arms. I held her tight and she nestled her face against my chest.

"You're amazing. Some guy is going to be really lucky to get someone like you," I said softly. "That ex boyfriend of yours was a real asshole."

"Yeah, he was a pretty selfish lover, too. I don't think he ever heard of the female orgasm," she said with a laugh.

"What a crime," I whispered.

"Well, your wife is a lucky woman." 

"You can't tell HER that. She has plenty of boyfriends to keep her entertained while I'm on the road. I don't think she misses me much. I'm basically a paycheck to her these days. That's about all."

"What a crime."

I caressed her and pulled her close. Her small soft breasts squashed against my chest, and even though I tried to fight the feelings, my cock began to stir. Soon I had a full erection and did my best to hide it, but she was draped over me with her arm around my neck.

"Can I just kiss your breasts? That's all. I promise. If you say no, that's ok. I will do whatever you say."

She lifted my hand and placed it on her right tit and said "Touch, don't kiss."

So I massaged her breast for a few minutes, and then moved to the other one. She seemed to groan very very softly so I decided to push my luck a bit farther. My hand slid down onto her stomach, and when there was no objection, I circled lower and lower. 

When my fingertips touched her mound, she whispered to me "I don't think that's a very good idea."

I stopped moving my hand immediately but left it on her lower abs. 

"If you tell me to stop, I will."

There was silence, which I interpreted as an ok to continue.

My hand slid down and my fingertip entered the valley between her outer lips. I quickly brushed her clit and made her shiver before she could change her mind. 

"I don't think this is a very good idea," she repeated without much objection.

I swabbed and flicked her clit lightly a few times and then said 

"If you tell me to stop, I will..."

When she didn't say anything I began diddling her seriously. I sped up but touched her lighter and lighter as her breathing quickened. She arched again and convulsed in orgasm before collapsing into the mattress next to me.

I kissed her breasts as she lay heaving. My finger gently massaged the outside of her pussy as her orgasm slowly faded. I sucked the nipple into my mouth and scraped it gently with my teeth. I could tell she liked it.

I dared myself to go further. I began kissing her lower and lower. As my lips kissed her belly, she began to suck in breaths and hold them a long time before exhaling slowly and deeply. Meanwhile my fingertip brushed her swollen clit as my lips drew closer and closer to where my finger was working its magic.

"This isn't a good idea," she mumbled as I rearranged my body lower.

"I'll stop if you tell me to," I said as I gently pried her knees apart Her legs resisted the outward push for a few seconds, then relaxed and splayed open as I rolled myself between them and gradually moved in and began kissing my way up her inner thighs, completely ignoring her slit for now. I worked my way farther and farther up until I breathed in a deep noseful of her womanly scent. Her pussy was unshaven above the opening but her lips were bare and puffed out as if swollen from rough sex. Moisture glistened from the space between her pussy lips. She was ready. Oh yeah, She was definitely ready.

My tongue flicked its target and soon she was writhing and flailing like a wanton hooker in a porn movie. She had always been quiet before, but now she was moaning so loud I was sure the people in the room next door could hear her. I quickly brought her to orgasm and then gently licked her clit as her pleasure peaked and slowly subsided. I inserted a finger into her sopping wet cunt and touched my tongue again to her erect clitoris. I finger fucked her and licked her to orgasm three more times until she was so exhausted she collapsed and pleaded with me to stop."

"Please. No more. I'll die if you do that again."

"You're welcome," I said as I rolled off and lay next to her on my side. I softly stroked her stomach and abs. "I guess I don't have to ask you if you liked that."

She chuckled softly. "Are all older guys as good in bed as you are?"

"Not all. I am sure there are a few better than me."

She chuckled again.

"You bring out the best in me." I told her.

"I have only had two boyfriends and neither one has ever done that to me."

"An oral virgin?? Wow. I had no idea. I feel kinda privileged."

"No, the privilege was mine," she said.

"I'm glad. I kinda owed you, you know? I mean you gave me great sex the other night. The best I ever. .. well, I guess you really didn't give it to me, I sorta took it."

"Yeah, well.. . ."

I rolled on my back and she saw the tent in my boxer shorts.

"I see you were enjoying it a bit yourself."

"Can't help it. You're so fucking sexy."

"Me? No. I'm skinny. I have no chest. I'm definitely not that sexy."

"Oh yes you are. I love girls like you. Always have. I even married one. She has the same figure as you, just not as pretty. And, to be completely honest, she was never as much fun to fuck as you. I swear to god... ."

I kept complimenting her as I felt her hand slide down and over my big belly and underneath the elastic band of my boxers. I sucked in a deep breath when she pushed my boxers off me and gripped my fully erect shaft.

I kept up the compliments as her hand probed my crotch. "You're eyes are so pretty" I told her. "I love it when you smile," I stammered between grunts of pleasure. "Oh god, yeah, you are definitely the sexiest and prettiest girl I have ever been with."

Her hand began squeezing my cock shaft and lightly pumping it. Whenever her hand brushed the underside of my glans, I shook with a bolt of pleasure. She pumped me slowly and gently as I threw my head back and hoped she'd do more. She had talented fingers and I was actually enjoying the handjob she was giving me a lot, but I decided to ask her.

"You said the other day that if I asked. . ."

I didn't even finish the sentence because I felt her body shift slightly. 

Her lips grazed my nipple and upper chest, then slid lower down and over my belly. Goddamn. I knew then she was going to give me a blowjob. My cock throbbed in anticipation and I drew in a deep breath when her lips crossed my lower belly. 

She took her time. She moved even slower than I had when I had given her oral. I was ready to explode when her hair grazed my cock. Then, when she moved her lips within an inch of my throbbing cockhead and blew lightly on it with her warm breath, I thought I would die. And when her lips finally wrapped tightly around the whole head, I immediately began to feel an orgasm building in my balls. Her tongue stretched out and pushed lightly at the small orifice at the top of my penis as her fist squeezed and pumped my shaft hard. Long before either of us was ready, my cock exploded. 

A shockwave of pleasure ripped through me, as my back arched and my cock was shoved upward another inch deeper into her mouth. Before she could move, cum began spewing from my cock. Surprised and caught off guard, she opened her lips and pulled back slightly but then instantly moved her stretched lips back around my cockhead and sucked and pumped hard until I shivered and finally collapsed. She turned away and spit out most of what I had just deposited into her sweet mouth, then moved back and engulfed my whole cockhead with her tight lips and swirled the underside of the head with sweeps of her tongue. The orgasm that was already starting to fade jumped back in intensity for awhile longer and then slid away slowly as she licked my cockhead clean. 

When I was finally spent, she lifted herself off me, wiped some cum off her cheek with the back of her wrist, then got up and walked to the bathroom. I heard her fill a water glass and drink. 

When she returned to the bed, I watched her intently as she came toward me. The room was dark but I could see well enough to make out her luscious and lithe little body, her small but firm tits that sat high on her chest, her long athletic legs and the dark triangle of hair above her crotch. She was an amazing sight.

She got back into bed and cuddled up next to me. I stroked her hair and her face and then lightly swept my palm across her tit. She took my soft cock in her hand and gently squeezed and massaged it for several more minutes until we both fell off to sleep. 

The next morning, I woke first, got out of bed. Her eyes opened but I told her it was still early and to go back to sleep while I showered. She did.

When I came out of the shower fully dressed, shaven, and refreshed. I was walking on air. I felt like that gangly teenager I had been in high school.

When she saw me she smiled, flipped the covers off her and got up and stood next to the bed, stark naked. Whatever modesty she had before was now gone. She had a tad of exhibitionist in her.

"I'm going to take a shower. Why don't you get us some breakfast?" she said as she let me stare at her nude body.

She paused a few more seconds and let me drink her in and then casually walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

"Fuck,"

When I returned with some hot coffee and Dunkin Donuts from across the street, she was dressed in her same old dirty clothes, and was brushing her wet hair. She didn't eat more than a few bites of the donut, but drank the coffee down. 




Trucker's Luck



"Sorry. I probably smell pretty bad in these clothes. I've been wearing them all week."

"Yeah, you do," I joked. "No, seriously, not at all. All I can smell is shampoo. You look and smell great to me." I paused staring at her." You sure are pretty."

She smiled at me in the mirror, put her brush in her backpack and got ready to leave. I went to grab my day case and toiletry bag, but stopped and turned around to face her.

I put a hand on each of her shoulders and pulled her closer. I kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Listen Lisa. Before I drive you to the Greyhound, I want to say how much I enjoyed meeting you and getting to know you. I especially enjoyed last night."

"Last night was fun for me, too."

I hugged her and we held each other close for a few seconds. My cock stirred. I hoped she didn't' notice but she did.

"I guess you ARE going to miss me, you horny old bastard"

I laughed.

"Yep. I don't think I will ever meet anyone like you ever again. I won't forget you," I said with a note of schmaltz and exaggerated emotion. My eyes were moist from allergies not emotion, but she looked up at me kindly with her pretty green eyes and smiled slightly.

"You'll forget about me by next week. You probably have a girl in every city."

"Yeah right! An old fat trucker like me? Yeah right. I'm a real stud."

"Well maybe you're not a Hollywood type, but you are nice to talk to and a pretty decent lover."

"No you're the amazing one," I sad sincerely. "This has been a once in a lifetime thing for me. I'll never forget it."

"Maybe," but let's make doubly sure."

"Huh?" I stammered.

Gradually I felt her slip lower in my embrace. Lower and lower until she was kneeling in front of me. She looked up at me with her beautiful doe eyes, and grasped my belt from under the roll of fat of my admittedly-oversized belly.

She pulled open the belt buckle and undid the button before slowly unzipping it all the way down. I couldn't believe it was happening. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. By the time she reached inside the slit in the front of my boxers, I was already hardening. She fished it out and began giving me a handjob until I was fully erect. Then she went down on me. 

I wish I could say I lasted a long time but I didn't. I did last longer than the night before, but I was so aroused, I was peaking within a matter of minutes. This time she didn't pull away. My knees began to buckle and I almost fell backward as I came in huge waves of pleasure and spurting semen. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and held it just behind her lips while I pumped it all over her tongue. This time she swallowed it all. I almost passed out it was so intense. In fact, after I peaked, I did sit down on the bed to recover for a minute or two while she rinsed her mouth out in the bathroom sink.

"Thank you. That was fucking amazing." I told her.

"You're welcome," she said with a smile. "I didn't know old guys had so much semen in them."

"That was a lot?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. That felt like a cup full. I've given my boyfriends lots of blowjobs. I like doing it, and I'm not crazy about the aftertaste so I'm more of a spitter than a swallower. But my last boyfriend loved it when I pumped him and then swallowed it like I just did to you. He loved it. He'd go crazy and beg for another one. But I only did it for him on special occasions or when I was in an especially aroused mood, you know?"

I just nodded. I felt complimented that she obviously felt I was somehow special.

"I did it for you because I like you. Sort of my way of saying thanks."

Even though I raped you? I was thinking. "Damn" was all I could say.

Back in the truck we talked nonstop about sex. We discussed our favorite things, favorite positions, etc. I just kept thinking I wished I was 15 years younger and 40 pounds lighter.

I drove her to the Greyhound and pulled the rig in a large lot where the extra busses were parked. "I guess I'll leave you here. Sorry you have to walk a distance but this is as close as I can get to the terminal with this rig."

"It's ok. Really. Thanks again."

"No. Thank YOU. It was the best week of my life, capped off by what you did just a little while ago."

She smiled and looked down at the floor. "You liked that, huh?"

"Fuck yeah, it was amazing. It was so good I'm still hard."

"Really? That's pretty studly for an old fart like you."

She leaned over to kiss me goodbye and we kissed on the lips for the first time. As she pulled away, she reached down and gave my cock a quick squeeze.

"You weren't kidding; you really are hard down there. Did I do that to you?"

"Yeah. All that talk about sex just now, and thinking about the best blowjob ever, yeah, of course. . ."

She smiled at me wickedly and said, "well how 'bout one last one for the road?"

Next thing I knew she had unzipped my fly and her head was bouncing up and down on my swollen cock. I think she expected me to cum quickly again but this time I relished every smack of her tight lips and every hard pump of her fist on my shaft. My orgasm began building gradually until my cock was almost in pain from her rough and vigorous sucking and pumping. It felt like she was trying to pull the cum up out of me with her hand while her mouth acted like a vacuum. Finally when I could stand it no longer, I erupted. She sucked and swallowed most of it but some of my cum and her saliva dribbled onto the front of my pants leaving a wet spot.

She sat up, wiped her mouth on the back of her wrist and asked for a tissue. She spat a mouthful of cum and saliva into the Kleenex and dropped it on the floor.

"Gotta go. See ya."

"Thank you" was all I could manage to say. I sat limp in my seat and watched her cross the parking lot and disappear behind some parked coaches